TWO, IN LOVE ONE

As I grew older, my age, only aged colder, the sun and the moon couldn't warm me if their forces joined. In swoon and yet upon seeing a flower bloom, few simple verses come to mind. For no king in his best robes could take away the shine of field lilies at peak of time. For source loves flowers of field, but no animal does the source hold in heart or more dear, than a man and woman joined together, once upon a time two in love as one and yet only few.